Winquind Words

For realms where light and shadow dance in one, A messianic path, with pure intent, Is not by absence of mistake begun, But through each error, wisdom to invent. In this world where flaws are often deemed, As steps from what we name divine and pure, The truest guide, a messiah has seemed, To show that growth from error's root can cure. Perfection, not a spotless state to claim, But journey's end where lessons are embraced, Where each misstep, a chance to rise, to claim, The soul's ascent, with love and grace encased. Thus, in the quest for peace and light we chase, Mistakes become the dawn of insight's face. In prose and thought, we share a sacred space, Where minds entwine, like vines on ancient walls, With Hermit Kings, whose words do trace, A path where through intent, perfection calls. Not through the absence of a single flaw, But through the journey, as we mend each tear, For in our dance of words, we thus explore, The beauty of mistakes, our minds to c...